The Golden Wolf still had not stopped struggling.
He was genuine Third Magic, a noble existence even among Phantasmal Species, and pain only roused more of his ferocity.
Even pinned to the ground, his hind legs kicked fiercely against the earth. Claws harder than Noble Phantasms easily tore through the air, and his bestial eyes burned with fury.
Several meters tall, the golden wolf had paws like swords. He wanted to trade wounds for wounds to stop Roland from drawing out the Sacred Sword.
Beo had encountered enemies who used the Mystery of external objects to hurt him before, but compared with those objects capable of injuring him, their wielders themselves were the greatest weakness!
"What a disobedient fellow..."
Roland raised his eyelids slightly. Even now, there was no fear on his face. As though he had shut out every negative emotion, he was unbelievably calm-so calm that Beo found it chilling instead.
Roland stopped drawing the sword and drove the silver-white Sacred Sword back into Beo's body!
Scorching, piercing sword light tore through every part of the giant wolf from within, making Beo cry out incoherently.
Yet this spectacle, like the release of a Noble Phantasm, was not bloody. There was no flying flesh, no scattered limbs or entrails. Wherever the sword light passed, there was only an evaporated void and flecks of golden stardust.
Apart from the trace of gold still clinging to Aestus Estus's blade, there was practically no sign that the Golden Wolf had ever existed.
Roland looked down at the ground and released the blade.
"Still refusing to obey? You've already died once."
Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet seemed to lose its solidity, as though caught in a scorching heat haze. It gradually distorted, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion as it churned